He just kept pounding and pounding me in a brutal way. His balls were slapping my asshole and I was moaning and screaming; telling him not stopping fu...king me. He asked if I liked his black dick; but I could not even say a single word.Then he threw me on the bed and as I was trying to catch my breath, he put my legs up and fucked me missionary, very hard and fast again.He put his heavy hand around my throat lightly and then he started pounding me really in a very brutal way…All of a sudden I. He indulged my need to relax for a few seconds then abruptly pushed me off of him. He took my arm, pulling me up and guided me to the bed. He ordered me to lie face down to which I complied immediately. He roughly spread my legs as the fear began to rise up in me once again. I felt my emotions reigned inforcefully to exactly where he decided they should be reminding me what I always had known. That he was in control. He was in complete and total control."I have decided that I will not to fuck. .heading for the hem of her dress..he began to run his hand up under her dress...she pushed his hand down and way...looking down she said..."please not here..not in the hallway"...He turned from her and walked down the hallway to a door...passing inside...he had not said a word the entire time....she followed him to the door..stopping inthe door way to look ...the room contain a single padded heavy table and a chest in one corner....it was lit by candle light...It had a victorian look to. "I know there's talk about mages being to the spirit of creation contrary, being the subjects of Loduur, and so on. I want you to forget all that. It'll interfere with your ability to learn to control the Flow; and besides, it's not true."Marcus Demitri nodded."The next thing," said Kenneth Tilmitt. "I don't know what's said about magic here among the Giftless, but the Flow is dangerous. Being irresponsible with it can lead to injury or even death to you or anyone near you. You'll.